The young girl ran through the snow as the icy winds tried to force her back. Shouts behind her told her that the men chasing her were close behind. Her golden braid was caught in the wind and looked as if it was lashing out like a whip. Her golden dress with emerald trim and her golden pants were not designed to keep her warm through a blizzard, but she had to keep going. She had to warn him, she had to warn the king. She had to tell him….